It’s officially September. Students everywhere are mourning the death of summer and the advent of the new school year. That is…
What if I don’t get into my top-choice university? What if I don’t get into my second choice? What if I don’t get accepted to any universities? What if I don’t know anyone at university? What if nobody likes me there? What if I never talk to my high school…
The lies that change wars
Into blood red roses in the snow
And pain into ink
Splattered around the edges of a page
We spend so much of our lives dreaming of other planets
That we seem to forget we live on one ourselves.
We shrug off the idea of otherworldly beings,
But are lonely at the concept of solitude.
Why are we surprised by the differences?
We are not born perfect souls;
We must take time to develop ourselves
Before judging others’ minds like our own
Twelve months. Fifty-two weeks. Three hundred sixty-five days.
I’ve done this routine sixteen times. And now I realize, perhaps, I’ve only gone with the flow. If the flow brings me down, I go down … until the flow pushes me up again.
Curiosity
Will get the best of you
Paucity
Will make you doubt the truth
Raucity
The bent photograph
Removed from the broken frame
Mother’s bleeding body
Abandoned on the floor
Sticky children
The black goo oozes
Filling the floor
The room
A sticky paste
Light shines from afar
Willing you to run